An Open Doorway

I am standing in an open doorway,
a winter’s night about to overtake me.

The sun has just slipped beyond the mountains,
and I am alone with the approaching quiet.

Tomorrow is a stranger without a face, and
I don’t know yet if my memories will sustain me.

In my desolation, a scene opens up,
more of a dream than a vision.

It is a portrait of Spring, a great valley of color.
It is there waiting for me, on the other side of
a blinding darkness.

—Michael Fitzgerald
October 18, 2010

One Comment Add yours

  1. Cristi says:

    Your memories WILL sustain you! And “Spring” is not far in the distance. I love you!

    Liked by 1 person

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